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."You did not mean that about
"You knew Lwas a reporter?" he
She unfolded his card and read it
"Yes I knew it of course. But I
did not think I did not understand.
I just wanted to talk. It relieved me
so much to-talk. I felt much better a
minute ago. But I did not suppose
"Why, a paper could not print
that," she continued uncertainly.
"Could it? Do they ever print things
like that? It was not for that I talked
to you. I just had to talk."
Kent, who had been writing stead
ily, shivered as if from a chill.
Some of the rest of it he did not
remember so clearly. But that did
not matter much; the story was told.
She cried very little, and that seemed
to him queer; most of the time her
eyes were dry and unmoving. He re
membered that some of her talk was
He arose, pausing for an instant
to look down at the crumpled figure.
There was an unnatural fascination
in the misery of this creature who
could not understand. A voice from
somewhere seemed to be crying:
And then he cursed himself for the
pause, for she was on her knees to
him! her white face upturned, the
desperation of terror in her eyes. The
wrinkled letter lay on the rug in front
of her, a hand clutched convulsively
toward him, and she was moaning:
"No, no, no! You can not! Don't
Kent dropped his fingers from the
keys, swiftly reviewing in his mind
what he ha'd written. Well, the whole
loathsome thing was there, naked and
"How about it, Kent?" Haskins'
metallic voice roused him.
"Here it is," he said, dropping it
on the blotter. "I haven't read it over,
but I guess it runs straight"
"Never mind; I'll read it,!' said Has
kins. "Stay around a While."
Kent went back to his desk, slid the
typewriter out of sight, and lighted a
cigaret. He watched Haskins turn
the last page and lay it on top of the
Haskins was sitting motionless,
gazing out of the window. Kent had
never seen him motionless before, and
the thing struck him as incongruous.
Then he started suddenly and glanced
at the clock.
"Kent!" he called.
Kent went over to the desk.
"Have you spoken to anybody
about this story, Kent?" he asked,
Kent shook his head.
"Nobody in the office?" The tone
Haskins picked up the pile of type
written sheets and slowly tore it
across. He laid one pile upon the
other and tore them again. A third
time he repeated the operation. Then
he dropped the pieces into the basket.
"If you ever speak about that story
you'll be fired, Kent," he said fiercely.
"Do you understand? And I'll resign."
"I understand," said Kent, nodding.
"I'll allow you for your work," he
snapped swinging around his chair
and looking out of the window again.
"Get your lunch, if you want to.
A second later he called Kent back.
"You -can send her word, if you
like," he said in a curious voice.
"All right," answered Kent. "I
Haskins whirled on him.
"Stop thinking! Don't bother me!"
he broke out. "And oh, damn it,
Kent, don't do anything like that
"Our new bookkeeper can't seem
to see a mistake when it's pointed out
to him." "He's a ball fan. Don't al
lude to 'em as mistakes; allude to 'em
as bonehead plays. He'll understand
that all light" Kansas City Journal.
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